Tag Archive | random thoughts

Is it even merely a reflection, my life? For quite a piece of time, I’ve just sat idly and watched the same scenery. But, perhaps instead of waiting for a change, maybe I should try and enjoy, rather – embrace the “norm.” Even still, I’d like to experience something new. Although all that I go […]

This is my saddest attempt to try something new The line before really was written in cursive I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry It was destiny for me to […]

I need about… ten minutes Ten minutes to complete what I’ve been ill-fated to do To write my right-est wrongs from soul-less souls beyond nINE is on the screen, but the screen itself is not before me It’s in places marked by X’s, by tens By the tenants of treasured mud; dirt which is […]

Emotionless bondage, find a better way Memorize the path, repeat it every day If obtrusion blocks thee, sock and shoe Lock and chew; illusion of rock and tea; stock for you Who, in proportion to lines of distorted time Dew stains the marks of abortion-ed eyes, so blind Inclined, balance to belly of the brain Colored by […]

Dear… I know who, My future wouldn’t have existed without you digging through my life. You see, I’m cornered by the corners of my residency. This leaves my mind lonely at times, between the ocean blue. One, two… three four. Four walls. Two… exits. Either a leisure passage using stairs or a fatal fall from […]

Lord, this is my best method of communication I cannot focus in tongue as I’m growing numb Is this Your test or evil at its best? These words, Lord, they fall upon deaf ears The thoughts are clear, but these letters always seem to disappear When she’ s near, You know who, as to no […]

A melody of your leverage is upon the basements Call the yellow to orange to dead bracelets’ rings Seize the tendons and movement of bones That single joint is then forever alone But these Blood-Vein filled arteries are a part of me The wolf sits in the moonlit snow To and fro Ear to toe […]

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That Dude Eddie

That Dude Eddie is not just some other dude, no. He's much more intricate than that. Why am I talking about myself in third-person? That's just another unanswered question. To learn more, you must read what I spill on paper - my poetry. Or you can just ask me anything! ^_^ A good day to you!

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